Chapter 680

Late at night, in the office building of The Times, Kang Le, the editor-in-chief, put down his work and stretched.

It couldn't be helped. It was normal for the newspaper industry to work overtime to ensure the timeliness of news.

It was already late at night by the time the news collected from all over the country was sorted out, typeset, and proofread. After the printing was completed overnight, it was almost daybreak.

Generally speaking, the time when a news editor got off work was also when ordinary people went to work.

Kang Les had been in this industry for more than a decade, and he had gone from a basic proofreader to a news editor.

Time waited for no man. The long-term reversal of day and night had successfully made Kang Le a member of the bald army.

The most important thing was that his body could not keep up. He felt tired after only two or three hours of work.

He made himself a cup of strong coffee and was about to enjoy it when a familiar voice sounded.

"Mr. Kang Le, I just received big news."

Looking at the happy young man, Kang Le seemed to see himself in his younger days, full of youthful vigor.

"Go ahead, Rodman. What did you get this time? "

Frankly speaking, Kang Le did not like to receive big news at this time. Today's typesetting work had been completed, and the final round of proofreading was now in progress. It was about to be printed.

Receiving big news at this time meant that the previous work had been in vain, and they had to start all over again.

The Times was already the top newspaper in Britain, and it was very difficult to increase its sales. Unless it was a particularly big story, it would be very difficult to increase sales.

Everyone's income was linked to the sales of the newspaper. If they could not increase the sales of the newspaper, their income would not increase because of the big news.

Rodman said with joy, "Something big happened in Central Asia. The mission we sent to Afghanistan was attacked by the locals. A total of three staff members, including Captain Waters, were killed, and two staff members were injured. "

Hearing this news, Kang Le's expression changed. This was not ordinary big news, and it could even trigger a war.

Kang Le hurriedly asked, "Where did you get the news from? Have you confirmed its authenticity?"

The Times was not a tabloid that could publish any kind of news. This kind of political news had to be verified to prevent it from affecting the reputation of the newspaper.

Rodman said confidently, "Don't worry, Mr. Kang Le, this news came from the telegraph office.

Just now, the Foreign Secretary, Sir George, went to the Prime Minister's official residence overnight, which matches the news. "

The Times was the leader of the newspaper industry for a reason. It was definitely the best in the industry in terms of information.

Although they had not developed to the point of eavesdropping on cabinet meetings, they had long known the whereabouts of the senior government officials.

The telegraph office, which was a place where the news industry had to fight for, had long been infiltrated. Unless it was a special piece of news that had to be kept secret, there was no such thing as a secret to them.

Without any hesitation, Kang Les said decisively, "Everyone stop what you're doing, tomorrow morning's newspaper needs to be rearranged."

He paused for a moment and looked at his watch. It was already 3: 30 in the morning. It was too late to change the page now.

Kang Le immediately said, "No, there is no need to change. Let's do a special news report for a separate issue. Let's begin the division of labor:

Tom, you're in charge of writing Waters' biography. You can embellish it a bit.

"Tom," Tom, "Tom," Tom, Tom, "Tom,"

"Le," Michael, Kang, "'

As the chief editor of the news, Kang Les had a lot of power. This had something to do with the audience of The Times. The readership was mainly the elites of society who paid attention to news and current affairs.

These customers had more money in their pockets and didn't care about subscribing to an extra newspaper. They cared more about the feeling of reading and whether the news content interested them.

In this regard, The Times did a very good job.

They weren't the only ones who received the news of Waters' assassination. If it was just a simple introduction, there was no way for them to stand out from the many competitors.

Kang Le, who had been in the industry for many years, naturally knew this. That was why he suddenly decided to do a special issue. In any case, readers liked the inside story of these events the most.

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Cats had their ways, and mice had their ways. Large newspapers could get news directly from the telegraph office, and small newspapers had their own channels of inquiry.

The Times of the Britannia Empire, which was lurking in the alley, also received the news. However, Endree, who was also the chief editor, didn't have the time to verify the authenticity.

Looking at the article sent by his men, Endree immediately rejected it and said, "All the previous content is invalid. Everyone, work hard and try to write as much content as possible.

Remember, our core must be innovative, and the content must have tension. "

The young man said awkwardly, "But chief editor, we only know that Waters was assassinated. We don't know the specifics!"

The intern, Carina, asked. In order to reduce operating costs, the Times of the Britannia Empire loved to recruit newcomers.

Of course, since they were newcomers, there were naturally all kinds of problems. Because of the salary, generally speaking, they would leave after a few months.

However, this wasn't a problem. For a street tabloid like the Times of the Britannia Empire, it was questionable whether it could survive for a few months.

The boss and chief editor, Endree, frowned. Considering that it wasn't the time to lose his temper, he patiently explained, "If you don't know, make it up yourself!

Don't forget, your job is called editing, and the core of your job is all about 'making up'.

If everything was clear, why would I still need you?

Use exaggeration to focus on the bravery of our murdered hero, who would rather die than betray Britannia's interests, and highlight the ruthlessness and evil of the enemy … "

The truth?

What was that? Was it edible?

For an unknown newspaper like the Times of the Britannia Empire, finding ways to attract the public's attention and increase sales was the top priority.

Reputation, credibility, these were luxuries in the news industry, not something they could hope for.

Knock, knock, knock …

Someone knocked on the door, interrupting everyone's work. Endree frowned, and as a newcomer, Carina, took the lead to get up and open the door.

"Sir, it's so late, who are you looking for?"

The man in gray said slowly, "Is Mr. Endree here? I want to talk to him about a business deal."

Hearing that business was knocking on the door, Endree's displeasure at being interrupted instantly disappeared.

One had to know that a street tabloid like the Times of the Britannia Empire didn't have much advertising revenue, and it relied on the little profit from selling newspapers to survive.

His biggest source of income was this kind of secret business. For Endree, as long as someone paid, there was no news that he didn't dare to publish.

This could be seen from the many times he changed his identity. Today, it was the Times of the Britannia Empire, tomorrow it could be the Times of the England Empire, the day after tomorrow it could be …

He rushed to answer first, "Yes!"

Before he finished speaking, Endree had already greeted him with a smile, "Old friend, long time no see. Please come in."

"Carina, help me make two cups of your best coffee."

…

The two had only worked together before, and there was no friendship between them. Even Endree didn't know the name of the man in gray.

However, this didn't affect the cooperation between the two. Endree had always regarded himself as the bottom line of a journalist. He always only wanted money, and he never asked about the identity of the employer.

This was also the reason why he hadn't been silenced after publishing many secret news for many years.

The man in gray took out an article and the check, handed it over, and said slowly, "Publish the content on this in the shortest time possible, and this fifty pounds is yours."

Endree didn't rush to answer, but instead carefully read it. Every industry had its own rules, and the street tabloids were no exception. Different news published had different prices.

Generally speaking, the more sensitive the content, the higher the price, and of course, the greater the risk.

On the other hand, ordinary content was similar to advertisements. The Imperial Times of Britannia was a street tabloid with only a few thousand copies sold, so advertisements weren't worth much.

A moment later, Endree frowned and replied, "The content isn't too sensitive. It can be published, but isn't this title a bit too much?

'Prelude to Russia's Invasion of India.' Sir, it's just an assassination case without any substantial evidence. Isn't it a bit too much to go so far?

If we publish it like this, it will affect the reputation of our newspaper. We have to change it. For example, 'Alert to Russia's Invasion of India,' or 'Russia's Conspiracy.'

The result will be the same anyway. The suspicion of Waters's assassination will point to the Russians. "

The man in gray ignored Endree's request and only said coldly, "55 pounds!"

Endree was very unhappy with the man's indifferent attitude, but he really couldn't be arrogant in front of his sugar daddy.

The purchasing power of the pound was strong enough that one pound could buy 100 pounds of rye bread in London. (about 45 kilograms)

55 pounds was equivalent to two months of Endree's profit from running the newspaper. This was enough to lower his bottom line.

After hesitating for a moment, Endree tentatively offered, "60 pounds. I have to be responsible for the newspaper."

The grey-clothed man smiled and took out 10 pounds and handed it over. Without waiting for Endree to continue, he turned and left.

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